My kitchen was outside
ingredients from the flower garden
color by snapdragons
petals of the daisy
yellow dandelion
zinnias planted by me
Bowl and spoon from my mother’s kitchen
where a window overlooked her yard
of grass vegetable garden boxelder tree
I stirred my flower soup with rain water
swirled those colors into a masterpiece
that I never ate
yet……..
I still love to cook
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NaPoWriMo prompt to recall a childhood memory and the effect of that on today’s you.
School teacher reads aloud
from Alice in Wonderland
and I want to go down the rabbit hole
to change sizes
to sip with the Mad Hatter
smoke with a caterpillar
take the cat home
“Off with her head!”
hurrah for the recess bell
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NaPoWriMo prompt to use a piece of literature in a setting of people
I would march to the beat of drums
down main street that summer
held my baton up high
and the band responded
with Oklahoma
even though we were in Iowa
it didn’t matter where we were
as we moved to the rhythm
asphalt hot under our feet
notes bouncing off storefronts
the only time my father
ever took my picture
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NaPoWriMo April 25
Before I was five
my sister was in school
she practiced learning to spell
ventriloquist
she would chant v-e-n
t-r-i
l-o
q-u
i-s-t
I chanted with her
v-e-n
t-r-i
l-o
q-u
i-s-t
as we spoke faster
got louder
and practiced
without moving our lips
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NaPoWriMo April 10 prompt
Sometimes I feel like the naughty bogs is the only place I can go. It is damp, it is dark and I can sink in my toes. Time to throw a turnip. Time to pound a spoon. Time to put on my mad face and stomp on the ground. I won’t stay there long. It is not my favorite place. When I return from the naughty bogs, will you still love me, Mom.
Is the muffin man a murderer
as some folks would say
luring children with his muffins
as many as fourteen found dead
near Drury Lane
beware his ingredients of death
to a wanting child
or
is he the bearer of sweet treats
yes i know this muffin man
bring me a muffin
fresh from your oven
for oven I have not
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NaPoWriMo April 17 prompt on using a song for inspiration. Do you know the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man? Do you know the muffin man who lives on Drury Lane?
The two sisters asked their mother:
What does fuck mean?
Mother replied:
Fuck is not a word.
I believed
until I saw it carved
into a desk at school.
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NaPoWriMo April 6 prompt on weird wisdom
Today my one year old granddaughter
stood outside
looking outward
blue sky green trees
pointing upward
contemplating
“tee”
pointing again
“tee”
wide eyes
finger pointing
“tee”
and I know
she is saying
tree
“tree” I say
“tree”
“tee”
My mother gave me Grapenuts
while other kids got Frootloops
those artificially-colored
little donut shaped
sugar puffed
cereals
in
box
with a toucan
singing commercials
guiding me through the taste
smells and sight of delicious
candy like breakfast nutrition created
to make me want more and more
dVerse prompt— a fruitloop (sp) daydream
My daughter questions me about her birth. Did you rip or tear? The color of hair? What did daddy do? The memories are vague and conflicting, compromised with age but still the stories are told.
How the milk came hard, filling the tit and your little lips found the nipple. You were a happy baby, puffed cheeks and budgy legs. Not a crier. A perfect gift!
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dVerse prompt on receiving a gift.
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